pairing. bad bunny (benito) x gn!reader
notes. hey y'all! so this is from three separate anons that all came in really close to each other! I really liked the concept of all of them being linked to the same story since they were all asking for angst, and came up with this! let me know what y'all think!
tags. bad bunny x gn!reader, blurb, mentions of sex, the slightest smut imaginable, hurt/comfort, angst, but also fluff :)
This was never supposed to happen.
You and Benito had been friends longer than you knew anyone else in your life. Your neighbor from next door. Your classmate. Your roommate.
The two of you were like family; he had been there for everything in your life. You both had grown up together from such a young age. He knew your parents and siblings, and you knew his all too well too.
You weren’t supposed to be hooking up with him.
Things had been really blurry and confusing lately between the both of you, but it wasn’t all his fault. You had just as much blame as Benito for things going this far.
You’d quite literally known him forever. His parents had lived next to yours for years and were already great friends before kids were even in the picture. Your older siblings had already been pretty good friends before either of you were born too. He’d been such a constant in your life that you don’t even have a clear memory of when you met, as you two were probably still too young to even support your necks.
Benito had always been there for you, and you’d always been there for him. You’d grown up next to each other in every perceivable way. Every major thing to happen in either of your lives, the other would be right there to celebrate or mourn with the other.
It had been no surprise when Benito’s music took off in his early 20s. You’d always known him as this creative music genius that when the world caught on, you couldn’t help but think that everyone else was just catching up to what you already knew. You couldn’t have been happier for him, thinking that no one deserved it more.
In the early days of his career, you were with him all the time still. You went to just about every studio session, music video set, photo shoots; you name it. Even through the pandemic, the two of you stuck it out together and built something that he would be proud of, even from nothing. You didn’t have to ask, and Benito was practically pulling you along with him up his career ladder.
This whole thing between the two of you started one night after an album drop party. One or a few too many drinks later, both of you ended up in a bedroom, entangled in sheets as the two of you let out what you would call “pent up stress” in the morning.
Hungover in bed, you both held hands and had a long discussion about what the sex had meant to you, and you both agreed that it was nothing. It was nothing more than stress and years of friendship that just made you curious, and now it was done. It was a one-time drunken accident that would never happen again. You’d never had feelings for Benito before and neither had he; he’d always been attractive, sure, but everyone could see that. Even after, you were almost certain that hadn’t changed. And you thought that was the end of it.
Until he asked you to move in with him.
It was a logical thought; you were still best of friends and loved each other’s company. He was moving to LA for a little while and he didn’t want to be too far away from what he knew. He wanted someone to come with him - someone he knew - and you didn’t want to be far from him either. You were his obvious choice, so you took the offer.
Things started out just fine as roommates. You both fit together pretty nicely in each other’s day to day, having already been close for so long.
However, it didn’t take long before certain feelings started to arise again.
You started to notice certain things, like when either of you would come home, food would be waiting, cooked to each other’s liking. Or on tough days when one of your favorite movies would just pop on, no words having to be said.
You’d sometimes kiss his cheek a little too close to his lips, but he wouldn’t bat an eye. Strong arms would wrap around your waist sometimes in the middle of the night when you could’ve sworn the two of you had gone off to separate rooms. But you wouldn’t push him away.
This was more than friendship.
The next time you had sex, you’d been living together for about 6 months with no incidents. You honestly couldn’t say it was for any reason other than a day off and boredom. The two of you had been sitting around the house all day with nothing better to do when Benito turned to you.
“¿Recuerdas cuando tuvimos sexo?”
And really, that’s all it took.
From there, hooking up became more of a regular occurrence. The next few times were completely conscious decisions you made together, but only when the two of you were really bored.
And if you were honest, it was really fun at first. It was yet another new experience you got to have with your best friend that only the two of you shared, and it didn’t have to be more than that.
It took almost an entire year to realize that you were in love with him. You were getting too close. The small gestures were becoming too relationship-like. The sex started to feel too intimate. It made you realise just how domesticated you were in Benito’s life. And that wasn’t something you could risk losing.
Realizing this, you started to push away little by little, thinking it was the best decision for the both of you. But in doing so, you hadn’t realized just how much animosity had grown in doing so.
The two of you had a huge fight the night you decided it had to end. One that you weren’t proud of at all.
He’d confronted you one night, asking you why you were acting so strange with him.
“¿Es por el sexo?” Benito asked blatantly.
He’d been right, in a sense, but you didn’t have the capacity to speak it out with him. Not knowing what to do or say, you got defensive,
And although you didn’t mean that, you couldn’t take it back, and it set off the both of you into the worst fight you’d ever had.
Somewhere in the fight, it had become somewhat of a screaming match between the two of you; either one of you posted on either side of the living room in the middle of the night, pointing and yelling at each other for god knows what. Neither of you were making much sense that you couldn’t even remember what you’d said through most of it. You were just throwing things out there because you were upset.
You remember muttering one thing, however, crumbling yours and Benito’s feelings like a paper bag.
“Creo que tengo que irme.”
Voice hoarse and feeling like you were barely able to breathe, you went to your room and packed a bag in frustration, deciding you needed to leave LA before one of you got hurt.
Seeing you leave, desperation hit Benito like a semi-truck. The yelling turned to cries, pleading for you to stay. He tried to grasp your wrist, your hand, your arm to stop you from walking out of the door.
He even got on his knees, begging you with tears in his eyes, “Por favor, quédate.”
And still, you decided that it was too much. Benito meant too much to you for things to be ruined more than they already were.
Benito followed you out to your uber and begged some more before finally giving in once the seatbelt was tight on your waist. He leaned into the car, placing his hand over yours, making one last plea for you to stay.
“¿Estaremos bien?” He asked in a whisper.
A sob escaped you, but you nodded,
“Siempre. Te amo Benito. Pero no debería. Por eso tengo que irme.”
And to make it worse, he leaned in before you left, leaving a kiss on your cheek, just a little too close to your lips.
“Tome su tiempo. Esperaré.”
With a heavy heart, you traveled back to San Juan and stayed there for another year. While back at your parents house, you decided it was best that you and Benito didn’t talk for a while.
You’d never gone so long without him in your life, and it was making you second guess your decision. Although the relationship you had with him was complicated, he was and always had been a comfort - a part of home - and without him, life felt just a little more empty.
As that year passed, you still supported him, but now from a distance. You couldn’t bear to keep up with his music, finding his voice to be too sad for you, but you still kept up with his accomplishments. Major life events were happening almost every day for him it seemed, and although you were still so incredibly happy for him, you were destroyed that you weren’t there with him anymore.
Still, you didn’t dare reach out, and neither did he, and that felt like it was for the best at the time. It shouldn’t have been so devastating is what you told yourself; you thought you should’ve been able to bounce back from this with no problem. But the longer you went without him, the more miserable you felt.
It was more than a year and a half later when you received a package on your parents’ doorstep from Bad Bunny’s marketing team, addressed to you.
Opening it, there were tons of your favorite candies, a t-shirt from his most recent tour, and even a perfume bottle of your favorite scent. At the bottom of the box were multiple tickets and VIP passes to a residency he was holding in Puerto Rico, as well as a handwritten note.
“Sería un honor para mí que usted y su familia vinieran a apoyarme.” Was written in Benito’s neat handwriting, “Mi familia también estará allí. No hay ninguna obligación de venir, pero me encantaría verte.”
It took a little time, but you decided to go to the concert. You figured it wouldn’t have to be anything but casual. It was just going to be a friendly meetup with him and both of your families that you wouldn’t even have to announce yourself for; a small hug and a wave, maybe even talk a little, and you’d rip that bandaid clean off.
So, you went and tried to enjoy yourself with everyone around you.
Even just arriving at the arena, you noticed how Benito had only grown in fame since you’d last seen him, and it was awe-inspiring to see the amount of fans he had coming to his concerts, filling up an entire stadium night after night at this residency. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that only made you feel just a little more sad.
Still, you tried to distract yourself with your family around. You even got to talk to his parents and brothers for a little while, whom you hadn’t had the chance to speak to much within that year, knowing it would be too hard for you. Everything was fine through the opener and the first act; You were laughing and dancing with your siblings and his, letting yourself get lost in the fun of it all.
The moment he appeared on stage, however, you stopped and teared up almost immediately, feeling a flood of emotions hit you harder than you’d ever suspected them to. Still, you tried to ignore it for the sake of the people around you.
As the concert went on, you heard several new songs he’d written in that year and a half timespan, and some of them were starting to really get to you.
It wasn’t until one particular moment where the lights came down and Benito sat in a white plastic lawn chair, leaning forward toward the audience. His voice came through the microphone, low and more delicate than you’d ever heard in any of his songs before.
“Solo quiero que sepas lo mucho que lo siento. Te tuve, pero solo por un momento.” He sang in his sweet baritone voice, “Me dijiste "siempre" y dije que esperaré… Me dijiste que me amabas, pero nunca llegué a decírtelo yo a ti también.”
As this particular song went on, you listened to the lyrics, realizing immediately that this was about you. The tears you had tried to stop from before came out in a waterfall now as Benito gave his heart out in the song he wrote. Having noticed, your sibling even put their hand on your shoulder, giving you a moment to cry and listen. In fact, most of the songs he’d sang that night started to sound incredibly familiar to things that only you would know. It made you start to wonder just how many songs he’d written about you while you were gone. Being so far in the back, you knew he wasn’t one hundred percent sure you were even there, but you knew he was singing directly to you anyway.
After the concert, you went backstage with everyone else, feeling nervous to see Benito for the first time in such a long time. You weren’t sure how either one of you would react, but you knew now that you had to see him for sure.
He came backstage after a while, sweaty and tired, but buzzy and smiley from the energy of the concert. You couldn’t help but feel your breath hitch again from how handsome he was, like he’d somehow gotten more attractive since you’d last seen him.
You let him greet everyone else first, staying in the back until he finally got to you. When his eyes finally landed on you, they widened, making him stop in his tracks. He started to look at you like you weren’t real; like you were a figment of his imagination.
But before you could even get a word out, he rushed to you, engulfing you in a tight embrace that spoke more words than the lyrics he’d just sung on stage. His one hand tangled in your hair, while the other wrapped tightly around your shoulders. The beard he’d let grow out more scratched at your cheek lightly, leaving a familiar feeling.
“Estás aquí.” He whispered, “Te he extrañado muchísimo.”
“Yo también te he extrañado, Benito. Muchísimo.”
He leaned back for only a second to leave a kiss on your forehead before pulling you right back into an embrace that it seemed like neither of you could get enough of. With the message clear that you both needed more time with each other, your families left early to give you both some room.
You left with Benito back to the hotel he was staying at and the two of you started talking on the bed in soft murmurs. There were a lot of apologies being said on either side, and explanations needed to be given. But there were also moments where it was like no time had passed, where the two of you would share an inside joke or two and things would feel normal again.
As it got later into the evening, the two of you laid beside each other, hands intertwined as you continued to talk and discuss what any of this confusion meant, just as you had before.
You weren’t sure who kissed who first, but somewhere in a slew of apologies and talking, the two of you locked lips, slowly and delicately undressing each other. Benito’s hands started to wander along your body, expertly caressing every spot he knew you loved as if he were starting back where you left off. He drank in every whimper and sound you made as if he couldn’t get enough.
As he took you that night, he whispered directly in your ear, over and over again until he sounded like a broken record.
“Quédate conmigo. Sé mío. Te amo.”
And you would whisper back, “Me quedaré. Soy tuyo. Te amo.”
Delving into your neck, he left trails of wet kisses as you finished beneath him, finally feeling satisfied after so long.
The two of you smiled at each other with wide toothy grins, knowing that you were both where you needed to be. You planned to stay in his arms for a very long time.
And this time, it felt right.
end a.n. we're so mostly back! haha thanks for all of your guys' patience once again! You guys are the sweetest, most supportive group and I'm glad to see some more Benito fics starting to sprout from the weeds again too!
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